The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

In Bianliang City, people of all colors are mixed. There is such a category of people. On weekdays, petty theft, occasional robbery, some are quick, some are good, but the unified character is not good, and they are the most popular among the market. The kind you look down on. There is a famine, they can all become gangsters on the spot.

Just like the Niu Er in "Water Margin", bullying and dominating the market, even the government has nothing to do with it. Others even committed crimes and couldn't live in the city seriously, but hid in the bridge hole.

If you understand it, you know that they have a certain group of forces and divide the territory. If you understand it carefully, you can even know who is in which activity at what point in time.

Therefore, Yun Yan only heard about where he lost it, so he knew in his heart that he asked Zheng Ling to go with him to get the hairpin.

When Yun Yan was about to leave, Zheng Xun wanted to keep up, so the yaman from Kaifeng Mansion stopped him and advised him not to follow along, "Since Brother Yan said that, let's wait here. Come, you rest. Now."

Kaifeng Mansion is white, and those gangsters who are indiscriminate are black. People like Yun Yanhui need to walk between the two. Some of them sit on the side of the official mansion, and some are on the opposite side.

No matter what, Yun Yan must have his own way when he goes back to get the hairpin. It doesn't mean that they can be allowed to follow and use force to suppress it. On the contrary, if they followed, the rules would be broken. This matter is taboo, it belongs to the handle, if you are not a trusted person, it is better not to ask.

Zheng Ling looked back at them who had stopped, and whispered back to Yun Yan: "I never asked how you are with those people?"

Yun Yan replied: "It's not very good. I want to cover everything, but they are too hateful, and they often don't let the poor people go. Secondly, they hate me so much that when I come here, I propose to regulate the festival. So ah, this In the whole Bianjing, I have no friendship with them the least."

Zheng Ling was startled, "In that case, how do you get things back?"

"Forcibly come back." Yun Yanhui said lightly, "They probably haven't left at this time, nephew, let's take you to play a hooligan."

"...What kind of nephew!" Zheng Ling was suddenly overwhelmed by the sense of shame.

"You got it wrong, I mean, playing with those hooligans, not that we both went to play hooligans." Yun Yan corrected him, "Don't do this, I'm still a child."

Zheng Ling: "..."

…

Yunyan brought Zheng Ling out of Daxiangguo Temple. There was a bridge on this section of Bianhe River, called Pingzheng Bridge. To the west of the bridge, there is an old steamed bun shop, Sun Haoshou steamed buns, a lot of them, enough pickles.

At this time there was no food yet, and only three or five men were sitting in it.

Yun Yanhui walked into the steamed buns shop. When the owner, Sun Haoshou, saw Yun Yanhui, he greeted him enthusiastically, "Isn't this Brother Yan? Come to buy steamed buns?"

In the past, Yunyan also came back to buy steamed buns, usually for them.

Hearing the words "Brother Yan", the guys who had been sitting with their backs stiffened, turned their heads to look at him.

"Bring me two steamed buns," Yun Yan said back, and walked to the table of the men and sat down.

One of the thin and small men said with a sullen face: "We don't seem to ask you to sit down."

Zheng Ling took a look, and didn't really want to sit together with those people, and stood behind Yun Yan. Those people looked at him inexplicably, and they all looked irritable. They didn't know why this kid with the wrong style of painting came, but because he was following Yun Yan, they didn't say anything.

Yun Yanhui just did not hear what they said, but said straightforwardly: "My things are with you. Today, did Lai San go to the Puxian Hall."

These people looked at each other and were speechless for a while.

After a while, the thin man opened his mouth again: "I went to the Puxian Temple today, but there is nothing of yours in it. Why, I didn't catch it on the spot, and I asked for it later, but I didn't have to say it was my own? The rules of the arena."

Yun Yan said coldly back: "But if the thing belongs to my family, you will be the one who fouled the rules."

Lai San looked at him suspiciously for a while, then shook his head, "Impossible, don't blame me, to be honest, I only bought one thing this morning, it belongs to the officials."

In this era, what occupation and class it is, most of them can be seen by wearing them.

It's like modern doctors wearing white lab coats, but it is more common at this time. Pawnshops generally wear black shirts and corners without hats, fortune-telling wear hats and belts, and so on.

And Yun Yan is even better to say when he is back, no one here knows his details. Laozi died in a foreign country, and the widow’s wife took him to move here a few years ago and recognized the monk as a backer.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with people like you, I have always said something, if you don't return it to me, I can do it!" Yun Yan turned back with an incomparably arrogant look.

Zheng Ling was a little flustered standing behind, how could he feel that if he did something, the two of them should not be able to beat those few people...

Unexpectedly, Lai San and Yun Yan looked back at each other for a long time, sweating on their foreheads. Under the gaze of a yellow-haired child, they retreated and hesitated again and again, and finally gritted their teeth and took out a cloth bag from their arms. , Put it on the table.

Yun Yan picked up the cloth bag and unfolded it and looked at it. As expected, there was a hairpin inside. He looked back at Zheng Ling.

There was joy in Zheng Ling's eyes, and he nodded, yes, it was this one.

Yun Yan's expression relaxed a little, put his things away, got up and said, "See you later."

Lai San and their brothers all showed the face of a Japanese dog, who the **** wants to see you back!

At this time, just a while before they entered the store, Sun Haoshou had just packed the steamed buns, and just passed them to Yun Yan. Yun Yan took the buns back, said goodbye to Sun Haoshou, and walked out slowly.

Once out, Zheng Ling looked around.

Yun Yan replied: "What are you looking at?"

Zheng Ling: "I see where Shuangyi is! They must not be afraid of you, but Shuangyi. I want to understand. They are afraid that once you clap your hands, Shuangyi will fall from the sky and beat them up!"

"..." Yun Yan replied speechlessly, "You think too much."

However, although it is not Shuangyi who is afraid, it is indeed not only his child.

When he first took over the affairs of the festival, he caused so many troubles. With Zhao Yundi's help in the office, more than the Kaifeng Mansion could solve all the gangsters? If this is the case, Bianliang's law and order has long been improved, I don't know how much.

It's just that Yun Yan went back and dealt with it silently, without telling Zheng Ping and Zheng Ling, and even Shuang Yi did not say.

…

At this time, Lai San was sitting in the steamed bun shop and exhaled depressed.

A newcomer who hadn't been with him for long said, "Brother, even if that kid is in charge, he didn't want to let him so much, right? That thing is clearly not his, so let him go wrong?"

Lai Sany slapped him on the forehead, "What do you know!"

The newcomer Niu is tall and big, three times older than the skinny Lai San, but he didn't dare to hide, and shrank, "He, isn't he messing with the big monks...those people eat meat secretly."

Lai San glanced resentfully in the direction where Yun Yan had left, "What do you know, the monk of Daxiangguo Temple... is the gangster among the gangsters!"

Oh no, according to the monks, they are Buddhism's angry King Kong, beating people to punish evil.

Lai San will never forget that it was about half a year ago, a bit cold night, the moon grew hairy, and the mist was hanging in the night sky.

Many of them got involved in the kid's design together. They originally intended to make trouble in the middle of the night. They smashed the colorful shed and candles of the Daxiangguo Temple to show those who wanted to change the rules a little bit.

Who knows, instead, they were in an ambush. A group of black-clothed men with copper rods suddenly surrounded them silently from all directions, beat them up, completely ignored their begging for mercy, and even gave them their mouths. Block it up!

No one speaks, no one can beg for mercy, and no one let them go, as if it had been decided long ago, just to teach them a lesson, just to break their courage and convince them.

Lai San still remembered that he was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, struggling to pull the towel off one of the people's face, relying on his physical agility. The turban was pulled off by Lai San. Under the miserable moonlight, the exposed head of the man reflected a dazzling light...

The fingers were stamped on the feet, and the heart hurts, was broken, and the turban was pulled out.

Immediately, there was another beating...

A few days later, Lai San, who was limping, saw a monk holding a Zen stick outside the Daxiangguo Temple, and when he rubbed the dark brown stain on the stick of the Zen stick with the corner of his clothes, he understood how so many copper sticks came from. , Where are they hidden on weekdays.

Lai San closed his eyes and couldn't bear to remember again.

…

"What do you think those wanderings are most afraid of? Of course they are the most afraid of monks!" Yun Yan explained to Zheng Ling in a serious manner, "I found some monks, saw the world and talked to them, persuaded them to do good, one-on-one stare at them. At last they will collapse."

Zheng Ling's mouth has grown up, "Isn't it, this is fine too?"

Yun Yan replied: "Yes, because this is also a merit, the abbot also agreed. After a month, they begged me for mercy."

"I didn't expect it to be like this," Zheng Ling sighed. "It's really one thing to lose one thing. These rascals look fierce and tricky. I didn't expect to be afraid of monks chanting."

"Yes." Yun Yan said back to her mouth, but what she thought in her heart was that people like this must be suppressed by force! It is useless to talk to them about benevolence, justice and morality. You just type one word once, and you lose your temper one time.

That's right, he took the monk to beat those people, so what? Do they dare to speak out? They said they sneaked into the Daxiangguo Temple to make trouble, but were beaten? Said that those monks who chanted the scriptures in the day, gagged their mouths at night and beat them to bloodshed?

Don't mention who is wrong, you don't have to think about who others will believe. The monks of Daxiangguo Temple may be engaged in business and may drink alcohol, but gather crowds to beat the hooligans? Impossible, this is the monk of the royal monastery!

Would it be possible that people would knock your head with a Zen stick while chanting Amitabha, right? !